The shrine was filled with a strange silence as Xie Ai tried to digest the news. His mouth opened and closed for a moment. His throat went dry at this time, not knowing what to say.
What could he do?
Even though they said nothing, he knew perfectly what they meant—letting Yu Chen sacrifice his soul. But how could he bear to let the man go through such a tragedy? He has already died, why should even his soul suffer?
Xie Ai's heart twisted into a knot as his lower lips quivered. He had difficulty breathing as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat.
At this time, even the little ghost also understood what was happening. He had an expression of sudden realization as if something dawned on him.
Then, he grinned, looking over at Xie Ai who looked like he was on the verge of crying. "Big brother, I'll finally get a chance to save you!"
After that, he turned around and headed to the hidden door underground. His footsteps disappeared out of the blue, vanishing into the darkness.
